Chapter 33: What If I Told You? (Second Version)
Shadows are dangerous, poisoned and petty
We all know the villains, the dark hiding their scowls
Lurking around every corner, in every alley
We all know the warnings, of wolves and their howls
But what if I told you, all's not what it seems?
What if the shadows leave more than just scars?
For it's only in darkness that children dream
And it's only at night that you see the stars
You're out in the dark, the light burning low
A black form stretches across your path
You see its shape and away you go
Its brief warning saves you villain's wrath
The Summer sun is burning bright
But a tree offers its shade
Comfort in absence of light
Given with neither price nor trade
Shadows are dangerous, poisoned and petty
We all know the monsters, the dark hiding their scowls
Lurking around every corner, in every alley
We all know the warnings, thieves covered by cowls
What if I told you, all's not what it seems?
What if the light can leave scars?
For it's only in darkness that you dream
It's only at night you see stars
And what if I, what if I, what if I told you?
Would you let the night, let the night, let the night hold you?
Desert sand blazes, a mirage in distance
Life seems nowhere to be found
Sun sets, creatures get over their hesitance
And poke their heads up from the ground
Shadows are dangerous, poisoned and petty
We all know the villains, the dark hiding their scowls
Lurking around every corner, in every alley
We all know the warnings, of wolves and their howls
But what if I told you, all's not what it seems?
What if the shadows leave more than just scars?
For it's only in darkness that children dream
And it's only at night that you see the stars
When it gets dark, strange things might creep
But rarely is all just as it seems
So let soothing night carry you off to sleep
Under a blanket of shadows and dreams
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"Trees don't exist, the sky isn't blue" 💙
I DEFINITELY song that like We Don't Talk About Bruno! :)
'I don't need hope, I just need spite.' YES!!!
Your writing cuts like glass—in the best, most breathtaking way. There's something in the way you build rhythm from fragmentation, like you're stitching together the unspeakable with your bare hands. It doesn’t feel like just poetry; it feels like memory, like survival. The kind of raw that doesn’t need polish to be powerful.
I don’t know where your words come from—personal, fictional, something in between—but they reach far. You name feelings I didn’t know I needed named. You make space for the messy parts: the grief that lingers, the thoughts that spiral, the strength that doesn’t always feel like strength.
Thank you for writing like this. Thank you for sharing it.
– A reader who sees you in the echoes.
Glad you enjoyed it 😊
Oooh! I like it!
Amazing Your voice lingers in a meaningful way; some concepts require openness, and I’d like to contribute to that process.— D C could help ( a lex ia_ rose 0 0 1) ignore space
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